Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Written For: Challenge 572: Tense at tw100.
Summary: Ianto is badly in need of some TLC.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
First Ianto had been forced to endure three days at a UNIT conference where nobody was able to agree on anything. Two heated discussions had even ended in fistfights between the different departments, all of whom had insisted they were right despite all the evidence presented to the contrary.
On top of that, his hotel room had been cold, the bed hard as a rock, and the mattress so lumpy he hadn’t had a decent night’s sleep since he’d arrived in London. The only coffee available during meetings had been cheap instant, and catering had been non-existent, just a few packets of biscuits and some tired looking pastries.
To cap it all his train broke down as it was leaving the station and all the passengers had to cram into the next one, standing room only, despite the fact that he’d had a first class seat reserved.
By the time he got home he was exhausted.
“Looking a bit tense there,” Jack greeted him.
“A bit? I’m tied in knots and I’ve got a splitting headache.”
Jack limbered up his fingers. “I think I can help with that.”
One blissful massage later, Ianto was completely boneless.
“Told you,” Jack smirked.